Okay, so here's what's up on Friday. I was so sian... coming back to school and suddenly presenting seem so strange to me. There a few people who asked me out, but I didn't know who to choose and plus I feel so un-contactable so I decided to go home. So weird, that feeling. It's like I got so many places that I can go but I just don't feel like going any. Nicholas asked me to accompany him and he just booked out so yup, decided to be nice. We watched Karate Kid. We even booked it and guess what? The whole row was only the 2 of us -.- Haha waste money sial~ Ate Hongkong cafe and my I feel so moody and weird. But anyway Karate Kid is a good show! Haha focus focus! If only I had his pacs ^^

So Saturday was training. I was late again -.- My sisters asked me to walk my dog last minute. Anyway, I had to. Stepping into GF feels ..... I don't know. Happy and weird? I feel good that I can play pool but at the same time I think about what's left for me and those shitty people, I feel scared. Don't know what the hell did I do to him but if it's because of that bastard then whatever, it just shows how childish you are. So so so it was night cycling! We headed down to ECP. Thank god! We had 2 cars to fit everybody cause it was raining terribly. Or else, we would have to take a bus down :( We took our bicycles and it was damn cheap. $8 bucks for overnight. Heh heh :D We went to Lagoon to eat first then we cycled to Changi. It was a killer man. But it was really hilarious. When I reached Changi I wanted to die, even peeing was too painful for my thighs to take it. They ate Nasi Lemak but I was too tired to even eat. Then we cycled back to ECP. So freaking painful. Then we slack at some hut which was freaking cold. FML sial~ Haha then we cycled back for Macs and return the bicycle. Freaking shag day man.

I want to go camping!

So apparently, my groyne area was fucking painful. I decided to stay home since its so pain and since some people broke their promise. If you really want me, then you got to fight for it. I'm not going to be like that anymore. I thought love was like a paper heart. The past poked many holes into it but one person tore it then it became totally broken. Then when it's broken, it is so hard to fix it back again. But after time, I still managed to glue it back again. Then someone tore half of it again then just when I forced slowly slowly glue it back again but he had to keep poking this paper heart of mine. Nobody understands me, but people just won't stop hurting me. Sigh, right now I just want to lock this heart of mine and never give it to anybody else. Then nobody will ever hurt it again.